fantasy fiction

What crazy weather we’ve been having lately. We’ve hardly had a winter at all. It seems as if New Yorkers have been woozy with spring fever since the beginning of the year. All of this giddiness has led me to revisit Vincent McHugh’s euphoric 1943 novel I Am Thinking of My Darling in which New Yorkers are infected with a mysterious virus during an unusually warm spell in February that makes them happy. The “sick” lose all inhibitions, walking away from their jobs, marriages, responsibilities. Banks dole out cash, stores give away food, movies are free. And it is up to one man, acting mayor Jim Rowan, to make sure the city does not fall apart while he tries to contain the contagion until a cure is found. Read the rest of this entry »